The Old One

On days she feels like dying, 
She travels down the road 
To the old native tumulus, 
That ancient dirt abode 

Of those who came before her 
And knew when it was best 
To let the earth consume them 
And close their eyes 

In rest

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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